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Amber looked at me and then back at Melissa. With a salacious grin, she winked and said, “She didn’t want to interrupt.”

I couldn’t help my grin when I thought about what Amber said. I wish to God we had been doing something that could be interrupted. No, scratch that. I would fucking kill someone if they interrupted us if I ever got this woman back under me.

In fact, I was pretty sure she was holding the little cockblocker in her arms. Dani was a cute little thing. But I wasn’t sure I had much hope of getting my dick back inside Melissa when she was sharing a room with the little girl.

Maybe she would let Dani have a sleepover with Chrissy and Tabby. They were friends, right? Did a two-year-old have friends?

“I should go down and see Haizley.”

“Hey, you don’t have to right now. She’ll understand.” I sat down on the bed next to her and slipped my arm around her shoulder. Any excuse to feel her body against mine. When she laid her head on my shoulder, I felt like I won the fucking lottery.

“Thank you, Travis.”

“What for?”

“Understanding why I ran. Why I can’t be with you.”

Wait, what?

Cue the fuckin’ record scratch.

“Princess, I understand why you ran. But explain why you can’t be with me?”

She looked up at me with unshed tears in her eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. Drown in the chocolate river like that fucking German kid inWilly Wonka.

“I can’t be with a biker, Travis. I won’t.”

She stood from the bed and walked out into the hall, to find Haizley I presumed, and left me sitting there dumbstruck on how fucking stupid I could be.

She let me touch her, hold her. Comfort her. But she wouldn’t let me have her.

Fuck that!

I stared at the open doorway and smiled.

Game on, Princess!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Melissa

Entering the main room, I spotted Haizley immediately. She was sitting next to Ellie. I closed my eyes and sighed. The woman deserved a chance. I had to remind myself I knew nothing about her. She could be perfectly lovely. Except she married a biker.

And Haizley is an old lady, too.

Yea, about that. I narrowed my gaze at my best friend, wondering how that happened. Straightening my shoulders, I pulled in whatever strength I could muster and walked to the other side of the room and sat with the women gathered there.

“Hi, Melissa, I’m Sam.” She smiled warmly, and I instantly knew why Dante was jealous of her. The mom gene poured from her, like she had been designed specifically for that role.

“Hi, Sam.” I wanted to tell her Dante talked about her. How he was jealous of her warmth and natural inclination with children. But he was a patient.

“Melissa.” I turned to Ellie. “Can you tell us what happened? How do you have Dani?”

“I’m sorry, Ellie. I can’t share information from a patient.”

She nodded, biting her lip.

I was being a bitch. I could have told her what I told King. But this woman was a threat. She could take Dani away from me if she wanted to. Especially since I had told King that Dante asked me to bring Dani here.